A Reflection of You_Knee-deep in Nonsense_Harmless_THIRD WHEEL
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A Reflection of You
Smiles, handshakes, guffaws when appropriate, all the tricks we pick up over time to hide who are. We learn to manipulate the theme of our story to become the hero or heroine everyone expects, whether they exist or not. We pick up our traits from observing what we believe works well for others. That person surrounded by followers, listening to his or her every word as if God speaks to only them, and they have not only all the answers we are looking for, but the reasons behind the answers. People are basically the same. No one likes a bully, a braggart, a voyeuristic ensemble of words and act...
Knee-deep in Nonsense
The devil he claims is a friend of his. I know he doesn’t mean that, but then again, maybe he does. I gave up a long time ago attempting to analyze the unanalyzable. I know that doesn’t make a lot of sense, but then you don’t know Jude. I hope!Jude is one of those people who believe in astrology, stars, moons, horoscopes, and hororscopes. Most people believe in all kinds of things, but not hororscopes. I asked Jude what that even means. I know what a horoscope is; like being mind read by the celestials, who we all know exist, but like God, we just can’t see them. They have never come down her ...
Harmless
Harmless is the most dangerous word going. I know that now. The problem is that we don’t think!If an alien came down and examined one of us they would see all of our potential. They would marvel at the walking miracles that we undoubtedly are. Then they would conclude that we were a danger to ourselves and everything we encounter because we wilfully squander our potential and live a life of ignorance and instant gratification. We want it all and we want it now, regardless of how that pans out. Regardless of the cost.If our pet breaks into the cupboard where we store its food and eats a month’s...
THIRD WHEEL
He watches the man and woman reach for each other’s hands as their favorite song lures them to the dance floor. She, whispering in the man’s ear as his hand slides down her back. He, head thrown back, laughing as the woman spins him awkwardly. They’re terrible dancers. Even he, standing in the dark corner of the club with his hand in a deathlike grip around his vodwww.onedoor.ccka soda, can hardly bear to watch them, their arms and legs and hips moving to a private beat no one can hear. But he also can’t look away. He gives them a thumbs up and a grin when they look over for approval. No, he does not want t...